Bonding with the Wrong Family
One Foot Tall Fiancé
chapter 27
by
copier
· original author:
worstfailure
"I... I think it would be best if I..." you swallowed nervously, "did what my aunt said."
Cassie sat bolt upright in her seat. "WHAT?!" she shrieked, her voice going to ear-piercing levels.
"I'm not sure if Cassie caught that, honey-bun," Tara smirked. "Mind repeating it?"
You looked down in shame to avoid meeting Cassie's eyes, and gritted your teeth as you said louder, "I'll rub your cheeks harder, Tara!"
"Good boy," Tara cooed, and it sounded like she was biting back laughter. She turned to Cassie. "See? He agreed all on his own."
Cassie ignored her. "Jake," she said, her voice pained. "I really want you to get to know my sisters. You've barely gotten to talk with them since we've been here. The entire reason we came to my home was so that you could spend time with my family. Don't you think you've already spent plenty of time with yours?"
The look of betrayal on your betrothed's face broke your heart. You were tempted to get up and go with her to her sisters, but Ms. Smalls, who had looked so proud when you agreed to your aunt's request was now looking over her daughter's shoulder at you, frowning at your hesitation. You knew if you didn't prove you were committed to repairing your relationship with your aunt, you would only disappoint your future mother-in-law further.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Cassie," you said. "I have to do this."
Cassie's gob-smacked look of confusion lasted for all of five seconds before being replaced with a look of stone-faced anger. "Fine. Take your time. Spend all day with her for all I care."
Cassie got up from her seat and marched over to the other side of the pool where her sisters were. You wanted to call out after her but weren't sure what else you could say.
"Oh dear," Ms. Smalls said, as she watched Cassie walk away. "I've never seen Cassie like this before." She looked at you and smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Jake. Cassie has a good heart. She can never stay mad for long. I'll go over and try to smooth things over with her."
"Thank you, Ms. Smalls," you said, sighing in relief.
"Think nothing of it, dear," she said with a wink. "It might be best if you gave her time to cool off though."
"Right," you said cheerfully.
Ms. Smalls eyes seemed to slip off you and meet your aunt's gaze.
"You two have fun now," Ms. Smalls said as she followed her daughter. Was it your imagination or did she have a spring in her step? Maybe there was a pebble in her shoe.
"Ahem."
You suppressed a groan as you turned to face the smug, smiling face of your aunt. "Well, peewee?" she beamed. "I believe we have unfinished business. Now get to work." Planting your hands on top of your aunt's fleshy ass cheek you pushed hard and pulled back as you resumed her massage. "Hey, hey, hey, shrimp. I thought I told you to throw your whole body into it! Don't... half-ass it," she chuckled at her own joke.
This time you did groan, but you did she ordered. This time when you were on your knees and did your floor-scrubbing motion to push down into her ass, you kept pushing until your arms stretched as far as they could go so that you were laying flat on your stomach, your face buried in her butt fat, before you pulled back, massaging her on the way back as well as forward. You knew that you looked ridiculous, throwing your entire body into one of your aunt's ass cheeks. With your hands together and your entire face running across her sweat-soaked cheeks, you looked like you were praying. Something you'd only realized after Tara had recorded you doing it once without your knowledge and uploaded it online with the title: Tiny Worships the Goddess of the Moons.
Meanwhile, in the pool...
"Wow," Sophie said, in awe, watching Jake massage Tara from a distance. "Look at the little guy go."
"Soph," Maddie said, giving her little sister a look. Cassie was between the two of them, her arms folded over her chest, scowling at the unseemly display going on between her fiancee and his aunt.
"I just don't get it," Cassie said, both mad and confused. "After everything he's told us about her, why is he doing this?"
"I dunno, Cass," Maddie said sympathetically. "But... there's gotta be some logical explanation, right?"
"Yeah," Cassie agreed. "Maybe she's blackmailing him or threatening him? I mean, you heard what he said about her. It's the only logical explanation!"
"I dunno," Sophie said, still watching the display as if unable to look away. "Tara does have big "Step On Me" energy, and plenty of guys are into that even at normal size so--"
"Hey, Soph? Maybe don't talk for a few minutes," Cassie told her youngest sister sternly.
Sophie blushed.
"Don't be mean to your sister just because she might be telling you a difficult truth." Ms. Smalls was seated on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water.
"What do you mean a difficult truth?" Cassie asked defensively.
Ms. Smalls smiled sympathetically, the same fake smile she'd used on Jake. "It's just... No. No, I shouldn't say."
"No, tell me," Cassie demanded.
Ms. Smalls sighed as if she was about to tell her daughter the most difficult thing she'd have to tell her in her life. "It's just... I wanted Jake to get over his fear of his aunt but... when I suggested mailing him to Tara, he didn't look afraid... He looked... eager."
"What?" Cassie asked, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.
"I thought I was just imagining things," Ms. Smalls said, "but he didn't even object when I suggested it. He just... nodded! Like he wanted to be with... her."
Cassie looked at where Tara was sitting, where her beloved fiancee, even now, was still throwing his body into massaging his aunt's ass as if it was the most important thing in the world.
"I couldn't be sure but... that's the real reason why I invited his aunt up here. I wanted to see how he acts around her. And... well..."
Cassie shut her eyes then shook her head as if coming out of a trance.
"No," she said simply.
"Cassie--"
"NO," she said, cutting off her mother. "I trust Jake. You were imagining it. Jake was probably just too scared to say no to you. He must've wanted to impress you."
Ms. Smalls was saddened her daughter was so resilient, but she did see another opportunity to plant another seed of doubt.
"Then why is he still spending time with her now?"
Cassie couldn't come up with an answer. All she could say was, "There's got to be a reason. Jake will tell me. I trust him."
"Of course, dear," Ms. Smalls said, smirking slightly at the note of doubt in her daughter's voice. "I'm sure if you just wait, Jake will come to you."
Time passed and you continued massaging, throwing your entire body into each motion, so now you were as sweat soaked from effort as Tara's cheeks were from the sweltering sun that beat down on them. Tara had started digging into the delivery containers Cassie had brought out, helping herself to slices of sausage and fried-onion pizza, hot wings, and garlic knots, washing it all down with can after can of beer. She made no secret of her happiness as you toiled away to get rid of "tension" you doubted ever existed. By the time Tara ordered you to stop, her estimate of finishing in "a few minutes" turned out to be off by over an hour. You were breathing heavily, your arms and entire body screaming from the amount of effort you'd put in.
"May I--please--go see--Cassie--now?" you asked between gasps of breath.
Tara smirked in amusement. "Very funny, squirt. But I said I had tension in my glutes. As in... plural." She pointed to her other butt cheek. "Figured you of all people would know a butt has two ass cheeks. You may also notice the huge crack in it. And if you don't get to work on the other, you'll be massaging me from inside there instead."
Grunting and straining with effort, you scrambled over your aunt's other cheek and got to work. Your aunt let out an approving grunt of pleasure as she felt your minuscule body once again start throwing itself upon her ass.
"That's the spot, runt. But don't hold out on me. I think there's even more tension in this cheek and I just know it's going to need a lot of TLC."
Tara heard something that could've been a sob from her ass, and smiled even wider as she snagged another slice of pizza to munch on. She'd always known she was better than other people, but whenever she had her lil nephew slaving away for the sake of her pleasure, she felt like a literal goddess. "To think I'm getting paid for this," she thought. "And this is just the beginning."
What happens next?
1) Cassie cools down and eventually asks Jake to play a pool game with her family... and is forced to invite Tara too.
2) Tara forces Jake to pamper her the entire day. Now it's time for bed and Jake and Tara need to share the guest bedroom.
Cassie sat bolt upright in her seat. "WHAT?!" she shrieked, her voice going to ear-piercing levels.
"I'm not sure if Cassie caught that, honey-bun," Tara smirked. "Mind repeating it?"
You looked down in shame to avoid meeting Cassie's eyes, and gritted your teeth as you said louder, "I'll rub your cheeks harder, Tara!"
"Good boy," Tara cooed, and it sounded like she was biting back laughter. She turned to Cassie. "See? He agreed all on his own."
Cassie ignored her. "Jake," she said, her voice pained. "I really want you to get to know my sisters. You've barely gotten to talk with them since we've been here. The entire reason we came to my home was so that you could spend time with my family. Don't you think you've already spent plenty of time with yours?"
The look of betrayal on your betrothed's face broke your heart. You were tempted to get up and go with her to her sisters, but Ms. Smalls, who had looked so proud when you agreed to your aunt's request was now looking over her daughter's shoulder at you, frowning at your hesitation. You knew if you didn't prove you were committed to repairing your relationship with your aunt, you would only disappoint your future mother-in-law further.
"I'm... I'm sorry, Cassie," you said. "I have to do this."
Cassie's gob-smacked look of confusion lasted for all of five seconds before being replaced with a look of stone-faced anger. "Fine. Take your time. Spend all day with her for all I care."
Cassie got up from her seat and marched over to the other side of the pool where her sisters were. You wanted to call out after her but weren't sure what else you could say.
"Oh dear," Ms. Smalls said, as she watched Cassie walk away. "I've never seen Cassie like this before." She looked at you and smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, Jake. Cassie has a good heart. She can never stay mad for long. I'll go over and try to smooth things over with her."
"Thank you, Ms. Smalls," you said, sighing in relief.
"Think nothing of it, dear," she said with a wink. "It might be best if you gave her time to cool off though."
"Right," you said cheerfully.
Ms. Smalls eyes seemed to slip off you and meet your aunt's gaze.
"You two have fun now," Ms. Smalls said as she followed her daughter. Was it your imagination or did she have a spring in her step? Maybe there was a pebble in her shoe.
"Ahem."
You suppressed a groan as you turned to face the smug, smiling face of your aunt. "Well, peewee?" she beamed. "I believe we have unfinished business. Now get to work." Planting your hands on top of your aunt's fleshy ass cheek you pushed hard and pulled back as you resumed her massage. "Hey, hey, hey, shrimp. I thought I told you to throw your whole body into it! Don't... half-ass it," she chuckled at her own joke.
This time you did groan, but you did she ordered. This time when you were on your knees and did your floor-scrubbing motion to push down into her ass, you kept pushing until your arms stretched as far as they could go so that you were laying flat on your stomach, your face buried in her butt fat, before you pulled back, massaging her on the way back as well as forward. You knew that you looked ridiculous, throwing your entire body into one of your aunt's ass cheeks. With your hands together and your entire face running across her sweat-soaked cheeks, you looked like you were praying. Something you'd only realized after Tara had recorded you doing it once without your knowledge and uploaded it online with the title: Tiny Worships the Goddess of the Moons.
Meanwhile, in the pool...
"Wow," Sophie said, in awe, watching Jake massage Tara from a distance. "Look at the little guy go."
"Soph," Maddie said, giving her little sister a look. Cassie was between the two of them, her arms folded over her chest, scowling at the unseemly display going on between her fiancee and his aunt.
"I just don't get it," Cassie said, both mad and confused. "After everything he's told us about her, why is he doing this?"
"I dunno, Cass," Maddie said sympathetically. "But... there's gotta be some logical explanation, right?"
"Yeah," Cassie agreed. "Maybe she's blackmailing him or threatening him? I mean, you heard what he said about her. It's the only logical explanation!"
"I dunno," Sophie said, still watching the display as if unable to look away. "Tara does have big "Step On Me" energy, and plenty of guys are into that even at normal size so--"
"Hey, Soph? Maybe don't talk for a few minutes," Cassie told her youngest sister sternly.
Sophie blushed.
"Don't be mean to your sister just because she might be telling you a difficult truth." Ms. Smalls was seated on the edge of the pool, her legs dangling in the water.
"What do you mean a difficult truth?" Cassie asked defensively.
Ms. Smalls smiled sympathetically, the same fake smile she'd used on Jake. "It's just... No. No, I shouldn't say."
"No, tell me," Cassie demanded.
Ms. Smalls sighed as if she was about to tell her daughter the most difficult thing she'd have to tell her in her life. "It's just... I wanted Jake to get over his fear of his aunt but... when I suggested mailing him to Tara, he didn't look afraid... He looked... eager."
"What?" Cassie asked, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.
"I thought I was just imagining things," Ms. Smalls said, "but he didn't even object when I suggested it. He just... nodded! Like he wanted to be with... her."
Cassie looked at where Tara was sitting, where her beloved fiancee, even now, was still throwing his body into massaging his aunt's ass as if it was the most important thing in the world.
"I couldn't be sure but... that's the real reason why I invited his aunt up here. I wanted to see how he acts around her. And... well..."
Cassie shut her eyes then shook her head as if coming out of a trance.
"No," she said simply.
"Cassie--"
"NO," she said, cutting off her mother. "I trust Jake. You were imagining it. Jake was probably just too scared to say no to you. He must've wanted to impress you."
Ms. Smalls was saddened her daughter was so resilient, but she did see another opportunity to plant another seed of doubt.
"Then why is he still spending time with her now?"
Cassie couldn't come up with an answer. All she could say was, "There's got to be a reason. Jake will tell me. I trust him."
"Of course, dear," Ms. Smalls said, smirking slightly at the note of doubt in her daughter's voice. "I'm sure if you just wait, Jake will come to you."
Time passed and you continued massaging, throwing your entire body into each motion, so now you were as sweat soaked from effort as Tara's cheeks were from the sweltering sun that beat down on them. Tara had started digging into the delivery containers Cassie had brought out, helping herself to slices of sausage and fried-onion pizza, hot wings, and garlic knots, washing it all down with can after can of beer. She made no secret of her happiness as you toiled away to get rid of "tension" you doubted ever existed. By the time Tara ordered you to stop, her estimate of finishing in "a few minutes" turned out to be off by over an hour. You were breathing heavily, your arms and entire body screaming from the amount of effort you'd put in.
"May I--please--go see--Cassie--now?" you asked between gasps of breath.
Tara smirked in amusement. "Very funny, squirt. But I said I had tension in my glutes. As in... plural." She pointed to her other butt cheek. "Figured you of all people would know a butt has two ass cheeks. You may also notice the huge crack in it. And if you don't get to work on the other, you'll be massaging me from inside there instead."
Grunting and straining with effort, you scrambled over your aunt's other cheek and got to work. Your aunt let out an approving grunt of pleasure as she felt your minuscule body once again start throwing itself upon her ass.
"That's the spot, runt. But don't hold out on me. I think there's even more tension in this cheek and I just know it's going to need a lot of TLC."
Tara heard something that could've been a sob from her ass, and smiled even wider as she snagged another slice of pizza to munch on. She'd always known she was better than other people, but whenever she had her lil nephew slaving away for the sake of her pleasure, she felt like a literal goddess. "To think I'm getting paid for this," she thought. "And this is just the beginning."
What happens next?
1) Cassie cools down and eventually asks Jake to play a pool game with her family... and is forced to invite Tara too.
2) Tara forces Jake to pamper her the entire day. Now it's time for bed and Jake and Tara need to share the guest bedroom.
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